Letting the Cat Out of the Bag

I have a confession to make. I've been keeping a secret. A big secret. The hugest secret, even. Revealing it explains lots of things, like why I'm sitting on five new recipes to keep from having to explain to you why I'm eating salmon even though it's retched, why we had to cancel our Morimoto reservations in Philly, why E had to be the one to taste test reishi tea, and why I sat through that Kitchen Nightmares shoot sober as a judge. 'Cause I know everyone was wondering. Ha.

Check it out. We're having a baby!

And it's a boy. Phew! 

If you haven't seen this kind of baby cake before, I'm sure you'll see lots more. I'm so on trend :P Thanks to my cousin Libby's suggestion, we asked the ultrasound tech to write the baby's sex on a slip on paper and seal it in the envelope. Then we gave the envelope to a baker and instructed him to tint the cake's filling either blue or pink depending on the note. The outside of the cake was supposed to be all white. In reality, I opened the cake box to find a pale pink rose in the center. I almost freaked out. But then I figured he probably just had a bunch of roses sitting nearby and stuck one on for pretties. E's dad was in town for the weekend, so we had a little cake cutting party with my parents on the Tango so we could all find out together. Then I stuffed my face with cake. I have an excuse. And Gimmee Jimmies has THE BEST icing (a mix between buttercream and whipped cream, ultra fluffy and barely sweet. Ask for the white cupcake icing if you order from them!). I stuck a big wedge of cake in the freezer so we can eat it in March on baby homecoming day. I'm so lame.

p.s. I think my point and shoot is on its last legs. All of my photos are coming out with grainy stripes. 

Time to start SLR shopping! Any suggestions people?